Rocot: Reborn

Then a dark magic circle rose up and bound the old man.

"No! How could it be! Actually, actually at this time--" The old man was shocked. Obviously, he did not expect that he would make such an oversight at this time.

"That's all." Alex said disdainfully, then swung his sickle and was about to draw a barrier.

"Wait! Alex!" Rocot spoke again.

Alex stopped what he was doing.

"What's wrong this time? Didn't I just follow your instructions and make him lose his combat capability? Is this not possible?" Alex's voice was filled with anger.

"It's not impossible..." Roccod said with a wicked smile, "It's just that he is a great gift that I have been preparing for so long. Wouldn't it be a pity to kill him like this?"

"You bastard..." Alex sighed, then retracted his sickle, walked to the old man, and whispered in his ear: "Don't you want to meet my master and tell me your information in person? I will give you this opportunity now."

The blade slowly moved away from the old man's neck. The old man breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at Rocot.

"Next... you will experience the real hell!" Rocot glanced at the old man coldly, his voice as deep as a gloomy tombstone in the dark night. Rocot's words were permeated with a hint of chill, making the old man tremble all over, wishing he could find a cave to hide in.

Rocot knelt down, grasped the old man's chin, and stared at him with his sharp eyes. "I advise you to cooperate if you want to live."

The old man's eyes widened. He looked at Rocot in front of him and felt extremely frightened. It was like the fangs of a ferocious beast biting his heart tightly, making him unable to break free.

"Okay... okay... I promise you..." The old man's voice was shaking like a puppet with its strings cut. This was the answer he made out of his sole survival instinct.

Rocot raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a satisfied smile, then left with Alex.

Next, Rokod proceeded with his plan step by step. He used the old man's intelligence to control a powerful army and began to eliminate those forces that hindered his rule over the Shadow Kingdom. Whenever he appeared on the battlefield, the enemies of Israel retreated in fear as if they had seen a ghost. His name was like a sharp sword, piercing their hearts and making them remember this hatred.

At this moment, Rocot was like an eagle soaring in the night, full of coldness and domineering. There was no emotion in his eyes, only deep indifference and murderous intent.

He is tireless and fearless. Every enemy in front of him is like a squashed insect. No matter how strong the enemy is, he can find their weakness and kill them with one blow. In addition to strength, he also has a heart without conscience.

However, on the edge of power, Roccod seemed to feel a little uneasy, as if something was chasing him closely. He was not worried about whether he could continue to win, but whether more enemies would emerge to challenge him...

He frowned and looked into the distance at the sky. Between the colorful clouds, the development of the skyline was extending towards an increasingly familiar future direction.

The Dark Night Empire, a powerful force, was like a puppet in his hand, ready to be used by him at any time. Every heart that was captured was firmly in his control.

However, he suddenly felt that the future that should have been the best was becoming increasingly chaotic. He was in it, and he was unsure of where to go...

In the vortex of power, Roccod's heart began to struggle violently. He began to doubt whether what he had been pursuing was really what he wanted...

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard in the distance, and a soldier rushed in with a panicked look on his face, "Report, report to the master, a large number of troops appeared in the east! They, they..."

Army? Suddenly, Rocot's eyes lit up. He understood. That was the challenge he had been waiting for! That was the war he wanted! He stood up, waved his hand, and ordered, "All troops, move out! The battle is about to begin!"

"Yes, master!" The soldier breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and immediately went to execute the order.

Rocot stood at the highest point of the castle, looking at the dark clouds gradually covering the sky, with a cold smile in the corner of his eyes.

Unknown challenges await him in the darkness of the future.

He took a step forward and stepped into the abyss of darkness. No one knew what he would encounter at the end of the darkness...

As the army set out, Rocot arrived at a magnificent ruin, which was once the core area of ​​the dark power and his former territory.

He saw that the territory that once belonged to him was now in ruins. The castle collapsed, the walls collapsed, and the houses became ruins. The air was filled with dust and residual energy fluctuations, making people feel suffocated.

Roccod's expression became complicated, with anger, regret, and remorse, but more of it was determination and resoluteness. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the dust on the ruins into his body, feeling the breath of the past.

He slowly closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, as if he was praying or reminiscing. Time seemed to stop at this moment, and his body seemed to merge with the surrounding ruins, becoming a part of the ruins.

Several sentinels looked around vigilantly. They didn't understand why the master wanted to stop at this ruin, but no one dared to disturb the master's meditation.

After a long time, Rokod opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He took a step forward, and a powerful dark energy burst out, shaking off the remaining energy around him. The ruins began to tremble under his feet, and it seemed that it might collapse at any time.

However, Rocot didn't care. He looked up at the sky with a sneer on his face.

"This should be the starting point for me to start over." His voice was low and firm, as if announcing his return to the entire ruins.

At this moment, Rokod decided on his next goal - to rebuild the Dark Night Empire from the ruins. He wanted to make this dark force rise again and make all those who had betrayed him pay the price.

He used the ruins as his base, and began to gather troops and gather forces loyal to him. Under his power, people joined his team one after another, willing to serve him and conquer more territory for him.

He took a series of measures to strengthen the construction of military forces, reform the economic system, and improve the morale of the people. He constantly conducted military exercises to enhance the combat quality and coordinated combat capabilities of soldiers. He also reformed the land ownership system to increase farmers' enthusiasm for production, which greatly increased agricultural output.

As time went by, the once dark kingdom stood up again. The ruins were transformed into indestructible castles, the dilapidated walls were rebuilt, and the whole country was rejuvenated.

Rocot stood on a tall tower, overlooking his kingdom, with a satisfied smile on his face, for he knew that he had stood up again, and his Dark Night Empire was heading towards a glorious future.

Rocot stood there, as if he was announcing his return to the whole country. As his voice fell, the whole country fell into jubilation.

The soldiers' faces were filled with excitement. They had followed Rocot for many years and knew how powerful and terrifying he was. They believed that Rocot's return would lead them to a more glorious future.

The people cheered in the streets and celebrated the return of their monarch. They had full trust and admiration for Rocot and believed that he could bring them peace and prosperity.

Roccod stood at the highest point, overlooking the whole country, with a faint smile on his face and a cold light in his eyes.

"It seems that everything I have been through is worth it." He said softly.

He recalled everything he had lost, how he had been betrayed and hunted. Those painful memories now became his motivation to move forward.

He knew that he could no longer hesitate or be weak, and that he had to become even more cruel and ruthless in order to survive in this world.

Rocot's eyes became firm. He wanted to let the whole world know that he was no longer the weak villain of the past, but the true monarch of the Shadow Kingdom, an existence that no one could shake.

He will use his own power to trample all those who betrayed him under his feet and make them pay the price they deserve.

"From now on, I will be the master of this world." Rocot's voice was low and powerful, as if he was declaring his determination to the whole world.

He emanated a powerful aura, as if he was a towering mountain that was impossible to climb or surpass.

The soldiers stood beside him, they felt the power of Rocot and were filled with awe and admiration. They knew that they would follow such a powerful monarch and move towards a more glorious future.

The people cheered in the streets, they were full of hope and expectation for Rocot's return. They believed that Rocot would bring them peace and prosperity and let them live a happy life.

Roccod stood at the highest point, with a cold light in his eyes. He knew that he still had many difficulties and challenges to face. But he believed that as long as he kept his determination, nothing could stop him from moving forward.

He will use his own power to bring the whole world into a new era, an era that belongs to him.

On the border of the Dark Kingdom, black-armored warriors stood silently, holding various strange weapons, ready for battle. Opposite them was an endless white army formation, with warriors wearing silver armor and holding shining swords and shields. In the sky, huge aircrafts were humming, with huge fire towers and missiles hanging.

This was an unprecedented all-out war. Both sides had been preparing for more than a year and had assembled their strongest forces. The fuse of this war was that the Black Armor leader Rokod killed the Silver Armor Emperor. A small friction occurred on the border, which eventually turned into an all-out war between the two countries.

A year ago, the Black Armored Warriors experienced a devastating betrayal, and Rocot was killed by his own confidants while fleeing. But miraculously, the cells of ancient dark power hidden in his body allowed his consciousness to be reborn. After experiencing betrayal and death battles, Rocot is more insidious and cunning than before, and has more power.

Under his leadership, the Dark Kingdom gradually emerged from the shadow of betrayal and regained its strength. Border conflicts continued to escalate, and both sides were actively preparing for the outbreak of a full-scale war.

The Silver Armor Army is a powerful army led by the Silver Armor Emperor. They have advanced weapons and equipment. The Silver Armor Emperor is an ambitious leader who has always wanted to conquer the Dark Kingdom. Now, he has got this opportunity and assembled the strongest forces to prepare for a battle to decide his fate.

The sunlight gradually lengthened the shadows on the ground, and the troops of both sides were ready to go. The black-armored warriors of the Dark Legion stood under the hot sun with a determined look on their faces. Although they were facing a powerful enemy, they were not afraid because they had Rocot as their commander.

Rocot stood at the front, wearing black armor and holding a huge sword. His eyes were deep and cold, as if he was thinking about some conspiracy. In this year, he reformed the economic system, improved the combat effectiveness of the troops, and strengthened the morale of the people. He knew that this war was a key battle on his road to revenge.

At this moment, the commanders of both sides were making the final strategic arrangements. Rocot stood on a high place, looking at the mighty Silver Armor Army in the distance with a sharp gaze. He knew that this battle would determine the fate of the Dark Kingdom and the Silver Armor Country.

Rokod took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said firmly to the soldiers: "Brave warriors, we are standing on the brink of life and death today. The number of enemies is greater than ours, but do not be afraid. We have the power of darkness, and we have the belief that we will win! Now, let us work together to destroy the enemy and defend our land and glory!"

Along with his roar, the black-armored warriors let out a deafening roar, raised their weapons, and rushed towards the enemy. The silver-armored army was not to be outdone, and they also rushed towards the black-armored army. The outbreak of a full-scale war was completely ignited at this moment!